i said in the previous post that when my brother got back from Africa that "everything became right again".
i didnt mean that it didnt suck, and i wasnt hurting, i meant that i wasnt being consumed by it every second, and weakened by it.
i mean, you dont just get over those types of things, it still sucks and sometimes i go to a quiet place to be alone and just cry and mourn. but thats just in choice times now.
before i had no control over it. i would just be bursting into tears in random conversation, so....
i just needed to clarify that.